Marcie, my sister who is two years younger than me and I had been lovers since our early teens. I'm not sure who made the first move, who seduced whom, or why, or even if it mattered it just seemed so natural to us to be lovers. Maybe it was because we were brought up in a remote rural area of Australia and there were few kids for us to make friends with locally. So naturally we had grown together and in time experimented.
We continued as lovers even after Uni and when we moved to the cities, me to Sydney, Marcie to Melbourne, and eventually getting married, but now things were to change. Marcie had asked a big favour of me, and it was one I was more than willing to grant her, but unknown to Marcie there would be a price she had to pay.
It was a favour I was sure I was going to enjoy but I also wanted someone else to have some fun, in particular, my husband.
Marcie had asked me to seduce and initiate her slightly naïve and innocent eighteen-year-old daughter Zena.
Zena, in a rare moment of openness and candour, had confessed to her mum, that she thought she may be gay, but was much too afraid to try anything, not that she had much experienced with boys either.
Marcie had asked for my help and I had agreed, but the more I thought about it the more I was determined to turn things to everyone's advantage, not just mine. Yes, I was going to seduce Zena, but going to go so much further and involve my husband and in more ways than one.
Zena, I knew was a virgin, not only with girls but also with boys, as she had confided in me not long before Marcie had got me involved in her potential seduction, but that would soon change. Only I knew what I had in mind. I've always been sexually adventurous and in some ways promiscuous. My husband and I were into the Sydney swinging scene so I thought I had come up with an idea to give him a treat and fulfil a long-held desire of his.
As I came into the living room of my house in the Sydney suburbs I was aware that the patio doors were open and music was drifting in from by the pool. Staying in the shadows I looked out and took in the scene. Zena was by the pool soaking up the sun, almost wearing a canary yellow bikini, that just covered her smallish but growing boobs and narrow hips. Like me and her mother before her, she was slim in her teens, almost boy-like, but I could see she was now beginning to fill out and would soon look more like us with a full womanly figure, but for now, she was slim and lithe.
As arranged Zena and Marcie had called in at our place on their way back from visiting Universities in Queensland before Zena deciding which one to go to at the start of the next academic year, after having taken a year out. She looked young and gorgeous, innocent and sweetly sexy, ripe and ready to pluck. I quickly changed from my office attire of short tight skirt and blouse into a light sundress, ignoring the need for panties and a bra, letting my full 38E orbs swing free and unfettered. I just love the freedom and am prepared to put up with the sag and pull of their weight and the back pain that can cause.
I casually wandered out to the patio and dropped into the next sun lounger to Zena, taking a bottle of white wine and two glasses with me, I opened the wine and poured a glass for each of us, but making Zenas slightly larger.
"I don't normally drink at this time of the day," she said.
"Nonsense, you're old enough to drink, you're relaxing, so let's just have a nice glass of wine together while you tell me about your trip. Any Uni's you've decided on?"
"A couple in the frame, I've just got to make up my mind now."
"Good, now are you still a virgin?" I boldly asked her.
She looked shocked at my frank question and hesitated before shyly answering, "Yes."
"Well, I'm sure that will change when you get to Uni." Preparing to pounce I continued, "And what about girls, still not taken the plunge there? I know about your indecision and confusion, your mums told me."
"That was confidential, mum should never have said anything to anyone about that, I'll kill her when I see her," anger and shame etched on her sweet young face, a face that was going redder by the second.
"Actually she suggested I could help you."
"What, what do you mean. Do you know someone? I'm not sure I really want to try a girl, I'm just so confused, and mum shouldn't have told you, that was in confidence, I'll kill her when she gets here." She really was angry with her mum and in some ways she was right, her mum shouldn't have said anything to anyone, but she had told me in an attempt to help.
"Zena, relax, your mum has your best interests at heart, that's why she told me. And yes, in a way I know someone who would be able to help you. Someone close, someone who would be gentle and discrete, someone who would teach you, and make no judgements. Someone who would have your best interests at heart."
"Who? And when?"
My answer was to lean closer to Zena, turn her face to me and kiss her before saying, "Me, and now."
"What?" shock evident in her voice, "you can't mean that you're my auntie. We can't do that."
"Yes, we can. Relax, I'll help you."
Standing up I took Zena by the hand and led her to the poolside cabin which was cool and dark. Zena was hesitant and protesting as I pulled her inside and closed the door behind us.
Not waiting I plunged straight in, lifting my sundress over my head and letting it fall to the floor, standing naked before my innocent niece, who had gone wide-eyed at the sight of my full and mature figure. Big boobs, trying their best to stay upright but sagging due to their size and weight. Her eyes moved down my body, taking in the narrowing of my waist to the flaring of my wide hips and the shaved pussy that was nestling between my parted legs.
I didn't move, just stood there allowing Zena to look at me as much and as long as she wanted. I watched her face, the expression changing from shock to wonder and possibly wanting.
